Enticing Symphony

The Boy in the the Plaid Trousers

The Past

"Addie, get back here. Do not run too fast baby, you will trip!" A seven-year-old Addylin ran through the tall, wispy grasses in her lawn, tightly clutching her soft white blankie. He mother was chasing after her, trying to feed her some food.

"No mommy! You can't catch me, I am super-fast." She shot through the willowy grasses and soon her mother lost sight of her.

Addylin ran as fast as her little legs could carry her. She did not want to eat Broccoli and Carrots. She would rather spend time with the rabbits and squirrels in her lawn. In her heightened state of adrenalin, she did not notice the stone underneath her and lost her footing. Her body fell flat on the stomach and she was spread in an eagle shape on the muddy ground. Her snowy white blankie was now soiled with brown mud.

She sniffled loudly as she got up from the ground. Her colorful summer dress was also as muddy as her blanket. She examined her state and inspected for any cuts on her legs and hands but found none. Big fat tears rolled down her hazel eyes as she realized her beloved blankie was ruined. She tried rubbing the mud off but to no avail. She was scared to face her mother after she had warned her about tripping. She sighed hopelessly as her face was stained with her tears.

"You do know that crying like a baby is not going to magic your blanket into to new one, right?" a soft, calm voice broke her out of her trance. She lifted her head to see who mocked her.

There he stood, freaking Mica Cadvill. An arrogant boy, a goody two shoes with the perfect face. He wore pressed plaid trousers and clean white shirts every single day! He had his hand shoved into his pockets while he stared down at her, mouth pursed and twinkling eyes filled with amusement.

"Yes, I do know that, Mica. I was expressing my sadness towards my blankie like a normal person! Unlike you, a boy who doesn't even smile!" Her eyes filled with rage, mirroring his now angry blue ones.

"Look, I don't want to be here just as much as you don't want me to be here. But grandpa and your mom sent me to help your sorry little self and bring you home. Now would please stop whining and get up? I would really like to leave." He held out his hand out to her and she reluctantly took it.

Addylin dusted herself, trying to get rid of the grime on her. "It's not going to come off like that, you need to take a bath. Now let's go." He gripped her hand tighter and trudged through the field of tall grasses as she stumbled behind him.

Addylin frowned down at their joined hands and looked up at his head of soft, brown locks. She tried wrenching her hand out of his but he just held on tighter.

Without turning back at her he said, "Stop trying to run away again, you already ruined the blanket I gave you. Go knows what you'll do the next time. I don't have time to be you knight again."

Addylin burned holes into his pristine white shirt with her eyes. "I didn't ask you to come and help me, don't give me anything else next time if you will keep nagging me about it. I hate you!"

"One hundred and two" he stated, still keeping his gaze on the path ahead.

"What does that mean?"

"I am keeping track of how many times you told me, 'I hate you'. It has added up to one hundred and two until now."

"Why would you do that? What point are you trying to prove again? Are you going to snitch me out to my mother again about how 'ungrateful' I am towards you, oh mighty Mica?" She tired removing her hand one more time. But this time Mica turned around and pulled her towards him.

"You are so annoying sometimes! I am trying to help you and you are just goading me in to pushing you back into the ground. If you don't shut up in this very moment, I swear to god, I'll gag you!"

"Oh my god! What do you think of yourself, Mica! You can't just boss me around like that! I am my own person and I can take care of myself, thank you very much." This time she succeeded in pulling out her hand and she stomped away from him.

"Addylin! I don't care what you have to say about me. Just reach home safely and tell you mother that I aided you. Oh, and do tell Zach to stay away from me. If he really likes you then he should focus on impressing you and not telling me to stop 'flirting' with you."

Addylin's cheeks burned a bright shade of red, she couldn't turn back and face that arrogant arse or he will realize the effect his stupid words had on her.

"Zach does not like me and I don't believe that he told you that. Stop irritating me, I am officially not talking to you from now on. Good Bye." She whipped her brown curly locks of hair at him and walked away.

Mica stood there and watched the sassy little ball of spit fire walk away from him. Even though she is two years younger than him, she equals his courage and arrogance. He tightened his hands into fists and turned away from her, he couldn't afford to get too close to her. Even though he would give his life for her. His vision blurred with the tears forming in them, as he whispered to himself.

"I am a freak, I am a s-sadist."

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Hey guys! Now chapter is up finally. Hi hope you liked it. I'm trying a new take on the story. We will be switching back from their past to present.

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